Such Lofoten, much anticipation

You don't need a reason to visit Lofoten other than it's there . The jagged peaks shooting straight up out of the ocean and the bright red, white, and yellow fishing villages nestled along the crinkly shoreline speak for themselves. I do have a reason beside the mere existence islands themselves: My dad loved this place. Among the photos he left behind is a trove from the late sixties; he and my mom first spent time there in '66, I think, maybe on their honeymoon. Being a keen photographer — my dad didn't do anything half-assed once he decided to focus on it — the drama of the landscape and the changing weather appealed to him, as it does to photographers today. Lofoten isn't actually that far, and that different, from where he grew up, in Finnsnes. The archipelago, like its cousin islands Andøya and Senja to the north, is just more concentrated . It's the spriti of the northern Norwegian landscape, harsh and rugged, distilled. At the time, tourism ...